Tuesday, January 29, 2008

In the Wee Hours

Thanks for your kind comments about the little sickie. After listening to my sweetie pie cough from about 1:45 a.m. to 2:00 a.m., I tiptoed upstairs, turned on the hallway light and waited to see if he would wake up enough for me to help him out. Wake up he did, and I gave him a drink of water, helped him blow his nose, and escorted him to the bathroom, with Suzy following me all the while, so he could go without turning on the main light (he's scared of the dark, but too much light in the middle of the night makes it harder for him to go back to sleep). While I waited for him to pee, I softly told him that even though he was coughing a bit, he was getting better all the time and would undoubtedly feel better in the morning. His reply: "Mom, I'm half-asleep -- LITERALLY* -- so I can't really hear what you're saying and I don't want to hear what you're saying." Okay, then! That cracked me up and I thanked him for telling me, then got him settled in bed once again, with a promise to stay up for a while and work on the computer so I could check on him periodically. After a few more minutes of coughing, he finally fell asleep again, thank goodness, and all is silent again. I've got a milder version of his cold, so I suppose I should go back to sleep, too. Something tells me I'll be keeping the kiddo home from school again tomorrow/today. It's just as well.

* Except it was more like "witerally" -- those beginning Ls are killer. :-)